Cutter's cycle

As I realize what I have done Forlorn tears fall to the ground Remorse covers me with waves of emotion A distinct saline smell piercing my thoughts Gushing water drenches my shirt Dark crimson discoloring the surreal I gasp as the essence of life flows from my body A fleeting moment and composure is regained Pressing the cold blade against my sin Ominous sounds of Bach fill my soul Scars that tell in years to come Of the search for freedom from pain within